On that day, my soul grew hostile.
I stood there and watched you as escaping from a deadly plague.
I know you had promises to keep,
and until then you shall not sleep.
Once you had your head on my shoulders.
We marveled through a handful of dreams too.
You then promised me also,
that you would be staying by my side forever.
But when did all these change?
All these made me derange.
Of course, you won't be knowing it.
Was it when you had to paint those dreams with your so-called love?
For you to know, I would not be waiting for anything to change back.
I am rising from my bitter bed,
With those thoughts of sadness.
Now I idolize the dead,
Facing the day with never-ending dread...

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